Friday: Free for All

[havenward.livejournal.com]

And so the day you've been waiting for is here: the Friday Free for All. All fandoms, characters, and prompts are accepted today.


Just please remember to follow the usual rules:

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt you may prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's a spoiler in your response, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please remember to format your prompts correctly, and keep them to an appropriate length. For example:

Castle, Rick/Alexis, face it - this isn't the worst thing you've caught me doing
Burn Notice, Fiona, better uses for soap

Dollhouse/Leverage, Topher/Hardison, complicated bit of coding
Justified/Wanted, Raylan, curve the bullet

Can't find a prompt to your liking? There's plenty of good ones hiding in the Lonely Prompts. Just keep in mind -- this weekend is a contest!


Happy weekend. :)

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[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, Methos is most comfortable walking offset to someone else’s shoulder.

[tigriswolf]

Oooh. I think I want to do something for this. Hmm.

[bitwhizzle.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotch & Jack, "I want to catch bad guys when I grow up, Daddy."

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

"Daddy, are you Batman?"

Hotch just stared at him in surprise.

" 'cause Jeremy was showing me some of his comic books and I realized that you're a lot like Batman.

You catch bad guys without super powers, you have Penelope who's like Oracle. And uncle Gideon used to be Alfred and Derek is Nightwing and Spencer is Robin and Emily is Huntress." Jack explained.

"But what about JJ?" Hotch asked.

"...Comissioner Gordon?" Jack said, scrunching his face up as he thought about it.

"No, I'm not Batman." Hotch said, smiling as he tucked Jack in.

" 'k" Jack mumbled. "I wanna be like you 'n' Batman, Daddy. I wanna catch bad guys when I grow up."

"Whatever you want, Buddy." Hotch said.

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, any, bad things always happen in threes.

Animorphs, Cassie

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

If there's one thing she knows, it's that bad things happen in threes.

The first is Elfangor. A shortcut, a spaceship, an alien. The end of childhood and the start of a war. Naivety turned to nightmares and homework to blood.

The second is Rachel. Gorgeous and brave and strong and young. God, she was so young. Sixteen, seventeen? It's hard to keep track. Doesn't matter now.

The third is everyone else. Disappearing into the blackness of space and God knows when (or if, she tries not to think) they'll come back for her. She's all alone, now. All alone surrounded by people who love her but don't know her. It's ironic. The people that knew her but no longer cared enough to take her with them are the ones that she lost, and the ones that she misses the most.

One two three, she counts off on her fingers, instead of counting sheep. Nothing more can happen now. One two three.

[bitwhizzle.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, matching outfits

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1/Sherlock, SG-1 & Sherlock (& Watson); SG-1 encounters an alien during one of their exploratory missions who accuses them of being incredibly dull and dimwitted.

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Mary Poppins, Bert, he’s known Mary Poppins a long time.

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Bert's known Mary a long time.

Longer than most people would consider possible looking at the two of them together.

They look to be the same age, Bert possibly a few years older but when Bert was six Mary came to be his nanny and she looked just the same as she does now.

He was eleven when he met her again, Mary having left him behind when he was eight. Bert fell in love with her that misty spring morning.

Bert saw her so many times in his life as he grew older, always with children but never her own. Mary was always as beautiful as the first time he saw her.

Many times he had tried to ask for her hand in marriage and each time she had turned him down, telling him to ask again later. Then it would be at least a year before he saw her again.

Bert knew Mary wasn't human, the way she stayed eternally young and the way she used magic, but he didn't care. He'd wait for her until he died if that's what it took for her to love him back.

Bert's known Mary for a long time but Mary knows that it's longer than he remembers.

She waits for him to be old enough to remember. It hurts to watch him grow up over and over again, not remembering her from life to life until he only has a few years left.

It's the only part of her punishment that truely pains her.

Mary is patient though.

And if she occaisionally falls prey to tears of despair, well, the mirror still remembers what happens to the one that used to hang on the left side of the door.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age 2, Female!Hawke/Varric, truth

[cherith.livejournal.com]

"Do you think she believed you?"

Marian is leaning back onto the bed, her hands behind her head. She gives him a cautious, but questioning smile and arches an eyebrow. Her hair has grown longer in her time away from Kirkwall and as she sits up, it falls forward over a shoulder.

"No way to tell for sure, Hawke," he says as he slides on to the seat at the desk in the corner of their small room. "But, I'll know soon enough. Already have my eyes and ears open to find out where they move next. The Seeker hasn't exactly been quiet these days."

"And was she really with them?"

"Sunshine? Yeah, she was there." He grants her a sly smile and gently taps the side of his nose. "Knew she was there when they pulled me in. She made sure of it." He frowns slightly at the memory. "Did seem like they've picked up a lot of the Circle mages though."

Marian moves forward and slides her legs off the side of the bed. "Varric, is my sister okay? If they're going through all this trouble..."

"Hawke, I've been telling as many people as I can, but it's going to take time. It's not like I can just put out word that Hawke's looking for her sister."

He reaches out his arms to her and she goes to him. She kneels in front of the chair and puts her head against his lap, her brow creased with worry.

"I just worry, Varric," she whispers against his thigh.

He pats her head. "I know you do, Hawke. I'm doing the best I can, and I've told so many stories now about how you left- who you left Kirkwall with... " he smiles down at her. "Try not to worry, Hawke. You know how good my stories are."

That brought a small smile to her lips and she folds back to sit against her heels. She looks up at him. "You know I love your stories, Varric. But that's not what I'm..."

"Good," he says, cutting her off. With a nod he lifts a finger to her chin and tilts her gaze to his. "Then you should know that if they're listening to my stories, none of them really know the truth."

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Balthazar/Lisa, courting gifts

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Balthazar/Lisa, Ben, teaching Ben magic

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, David/Rachel, rage, rage, against like the dying of the light.

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

Totally rusty, haven't had time to write in a WHILE, and haven't touched this pairing since last year. Sorry!

/GUILT because you always write such nice things for me and this isn't *exactly* shipping D:

She hates that he made her kill him more than anything he ever actually did to anyone she loves or to her, sometimes.

She's killed before, of course- more times than anyone else in the group would like to think about, and less times Jake will ever admit to sending her personally to handle- but David's death still hits her harder and twists her up insides more than she would have expected this many months later.

He was evil, twisted, betrayed them, could have killed Cassie in cold blood, had tried to kill Tobias---

But she didn't kill David that day as a grizzly, with its' poor vision that blurs the light of life burning out in another's eyes to the point she doesn't have to see what she's done anymore, nor did she finish him off as a polar bear in the thick of a battle so bloody and chaotic that no one can really be sure later if this person or that Hork Bajr actually died from her claws and teeth- or not.

Instead, she ended his life kneeling amid discarded litter on the dirty, stained pavement of a little used alleyway, and he just looked at her with his beady, tiny rat eyes.

She hates him for his final words the most, though ---

--- she doesn't want David's forgiveness for this crime, dammit.

[rayhne.livejournal.com]

SPN, Crowley/Bobby, "I want another baby"

Filled.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It was a phrase that struck fear into the heart of men far bolder than Bobby. Add to that the fact that it was a male demon that uttered the dreaded phrase.

"I want another baby." Crowley said again, in case Bobby hadn't heard.

"What.. what are you on about now?" Bobby hoped that he was wrong.

"Do you know how long it has been since I tasted baby flesh?

It used to be part of the deal. One unbaptized baby, freshly killed and still steaming just to get the attention of the demon you were after.

Then people started to baptize babies as soon as they were squirted out.

So the upper-level guys changed it so you just had to spill any blood to get us up there, and half the time we aren't even offered part of the kill." Crowley sulked as he stared out the window.

Bobby was a bit sickened by the thought of willingly eating a baby but he didn't want a sulky lover so he did his best to appease Crowley.

"Well I don't know about getting a baby just for you to eat but I suppose I could slaughter a chicken for you." He offered.

Crowley smiled and made himself a drink.

"Call me when the bird stops running around." He said as he sat in Bobby's favorite chair.

Bobby grumbled as he went to find a live chicken.

Crowley smiled as a lower level demon appeared on the road fifteen minutes after Bobby drove off. He lifted the take out lid and breathed in the deliscious scent of fresh killed baby flesh.

Then he destroyed the other demon.

Crowley was careful to clean up the mess he made and dispose of the incriminating evidence before Bobby got back.

"You know.. I think I'd rather have steak tonight." He said as Bobby hauled the caged bird from the truck.

"Well either you provide it or you're getting chicken." Bobby said. "I ain't going back out again."

When Bobby stormed into the house he found two perfectly cooked ribeyes plated on the table, each with a baked potatoe and a beer.

"No thank you? No 'my that looks delicious'?" Crowley taunted.

"Shut up and eat.. Idjit." Bobby said gruffly.

He did run his hand over Crowley's back as he passed.

[(Anonymous)]

The Teahouse; Reed/Rhys; Reed has always liked to watch

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Apologies, the above is mine. Please use this one instead so I get email notification for its fill

The Teahouse; Reed/Rhys; Reed has always liked to watch

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Spartacus: Blood And Sand; Glaber/Spartacus; He tests how tame the Thracian really is

[broken-lullaby.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, Weevil hunting gone wrong.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

♥ any, any, our hearts are joined until Time slips its tired hand into our tired hands

Highlander/Sherlock, John/Sherlock (ish), PG, character death

[tigriswolf]

(Um. I'm not sure if you know either of these fandoms. Sorry.)


They had not skill enough your worth to sing



"You always knew you couldn't keep him, child," his old teacher says softly, placing a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I know that," he hisses, pulling away. "Damn you."

What's left without John? Without his flatmate, his keeper, his friend?

His friend. The best man he's ever known, will ever know. Even Mycroft likes--liked him. And Mycroft has never liked anyone Sherlock liked. And no one has ever been like John. Will ever be like John again.

"Those who took him," his teacher murmurs, kneeling beside him and pulling him close, "they are still alive."

Sherlock raises his head to meet Death's eyes. "Not for long," he promises.

[lilyleia78]

Supernatural, Dean/Cas, It's not redbull that gives you wings.